Why I Live
by katesmak
Summary: "You know I've always been bothered by one question. One question that, if it could ever be answered, may make my life just that much simpler. The question? Why did I live?" Told in first person.
1. Prolouge

**So yeah! Once again I am being an idiot and adding another fanfiction though I already have two in the works. It's just I watch Rise of the Guradians recently and loved it sooo much that it just kind of deserved this, though it is a cross over with Hetalia I have another one that I am probably going to work on some more before posting that will just be Rise of the Guardians.**

**And we can already guess that I don't own either because at the moment I am somewhat broke...**

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You know I've always been bothered by one question. One question that, if it could ever be answered, may make my life just that much simpler.

The question? Why did _I_ live?

Me, a selfish, good-for-nothing coward did what even the great Roman Empire couldn't.

What even my grandfather Germania couldn't do and what every other nation will never be able to survive.

Even after my country had been ripped right out from under me I stayed, though I waited and waited for the day I would vanish it has yet to come and it probably never will.

The Tuetonic Knights, Prussia, and for a short, and painful, while Russia's Kalingrad, whatever you wanted to call me, survived what none have been able to.

I really only wish I knew why...

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I sighed staring solemnly out my frosted window to the full moon, it was nights like this that I could feel the connection between me and the unreachable object peak. I never could quite explain my bond with the moon but I have always known that it is there and that it would never disappear like so many other things in my life had and were. Even now I was becoming just a quickly diminshing after thought in all my old friends head, it seem that the longer I was not Prussia, the smaller my presense in other peoples lives were becoming. The only thing I really had to hold onto anymore was the moon and it's constant comforting presence, even with all the people in my life that had come and gone, leaving their own scars and wounds in their place, the moon would always be there.

The silent but reassuring companionship it gave was something that I had never found in real life, not to say that I didn't try, I always had.

Leaning back onto the matress that, despite me laying there for a few moments now, was still as cold as it had been when I had flopped onto it the first time, I tilted my head away from the ceiling and frowned. Down the hall I could hear Lud- Germany was still up, most likely doing paperwork if the thin _wisp _of flipping papers and the dull scratching of a pencil was anything to go by.

If only he would take a break for a while,

I thought brushing my pristine white bangs out of my eyes where the wind had droppped them, _It can't be good at all to work 24/7 like he does, that and it can't be fun at all. _My head hurt just thinking about it and my hands twitched with the need to do something fun, prank someone, run through the house singing Christmas carols as loud as I could until Germany came to yell at me. As my thoughts continued my head lolled to the side, the crimson red of my eyes reflecting in the window, _Maybe I could go into town and see-_

My eyes widened as my mind finally caught up to what my eyes had been witnessing outside, while I had been wrapped up in my plans it had begun to snow outside. SNOW!

A huge smile lit up my face, not my usually confident, mischevious one either, no a geniune joyful smile that would match a child's if compared. I jumped out of the bed, not like I was getting to sleep anytime soon anyway, and nearly fell out the window in my haste to reach it and pull the panes open.

Because you see just like the moon had made itself known as my constant companion, the snow was more of a fleeting friends, amazing and fun while it was here but very depressing when you realized it would only be there for so long before leaving again. Back in the days when I had been a prisoner in Russia's house, the virgin white snow had been the only thing that kept me sane on the days I could catch a glimpse of it through the barred windows.

Leaning as far as I could out the window without taking a nose dive, I felt the wind ruffle my hair as the little growing snow flakes mingled with my hair and froze on my eyelashes. Winter was always my favorite months of the year, mostly because it was very difficult for me to go outside during the spring and summer months, something that everybody just grouped with his albinism.

Deciding to have some fun, I dragged enough snow off the windowsill to create a small snowball, tossing it in my palm to make sure it held together and was sure to pack a punch, I darted out of the room and down the hall. In my makeshift charge I almost missed the door I was aiming to go through, spinning at the last second I yanked the door open and chucked the ball as hard as I could at the unsuspecting victim.

"GAH! GILBERT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Growled a now very irked Germany...oops?

WIth the fact that _that _may not have been my best plan ever, I bolted back towards my room and took a flying leap out the window, knowing for certain that this way the other would never follow me. Feeling my fall go from terrfingly fast to slow and peaceful in seconds made my breath rush from me in relief. I have jumped out of many windows and off many rooves in my time as a country and though I have yet to have a bad landing, I'm still afraid of the day that it fails me.

Feeling a thin layer of snow crunch under my socked feet as I touched down lightly onto the frozen ground, I smiled and slowly began to peel the offending garments off my feet. Wiggling my now freed toes in the crystal white frost, I felt the smile on my face stretch into an excited grin.

"As beautiful as ever," I complimented the forest and the faint clicking of barren branches against each other was the only answer I got as per usual but I always felt the need to say something. Especially now, when the normally pure forest was made even more innocent by the virgin white snow adorning it's grounds and branches.

I let out a deep breath and reveled in the clear air that filled my lungs as I took a smaller breath, the terrible truth of my slowly vanishing life gone for the moment with the wind that swirled around me, "If only I had a purpose like you do, something that people would see and say 'hey he did that', I just want to exist again..."

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**Aww... so I just though that this would be more of a prologue and in case you were wondering I will mostly follow the movie though some parts will have to change to fit with the new turn of events.**

**So tell me what you think, if you think anything of it at all.**

**So... until next chapter~**

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	2. Chapter 2: The Guardians

**Just going to warn you now that I am taking some liberties with this, mostly because I am too lazy to go back and copy the movie lines word for word but you'll get the gist of what's going on. Even if I don't stick word for word I'll still go as close as to the basic story line as I can with this fic.**

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My mouth fell open at the incomprehensible sight of my beautiful ice train being smashed to pieces by a Yeti that had nothing better to than barge into my workshop without knocking. So I made to tell him exactly what I felt, "What have I told you about knocking?" I shouted, watching with slight amusement as the big guy stumbled over word and excuses for it, looking dumbstruck by the ice flakes now littering the floor as well. As it regained its composure the frantic movements began to point outside towards the outer workshops making my worry increase by... well... a lot. "What? What is wrong?" I asked again, the Yeti froze in his movements before slowly and deliberately pointing out the door and making a few sounds in calmed panic. "Oh, just the globe..." I sighed and ran a hand across my forehead in relief before what he had said really registered in my brain and then- "THE GLOBE?! What is wrong with my globe?" I demanded, pounding angrily out of the private workshop and towards the most prized thing in place. All the while trying to avoid stepping on elves under my boot though they were making it very difficult, what with all their scrambling around and what not.

When my eyes fell on earth's replica I couldn't help their slight widening because right there, in front of my own eyes, all the lights of the children were slowly but surely flickering out. Everyone in the room was beginning to see the situation for what it was and even the elves- who were five seconds behind anyone in thought process on a good day- understood the severity of the situation enough to run and hide under the nearest tables.

When nearly all the lights on the globe had gone, a deep black substance looking- strangely enough- like sand. It crept its way around the precious sphere as if giving some kind of warning, I was about to demand what the heck was going on when the sand disappeared as if it had never been there. A shadow out of the corner of my eye and manical laughter were the only things left to prove that they had been there and I began to panic inside, though I refused to show it on my face. That shadow and the sand, if they were connected then that means-

No. There was no possible way that what I thought was true could be, it was just to farfetched for me tp fathum. But at the same time it was the only possible reason behind this... I could feel it in my belly, though it may seem impossible to my mind.

When I had regained enough control of my thoughts to move, I gave the elves now circling at my feet a command before continuing to walk towards our early warning system, "Get ready, we are to have guests..." I mumbled- but I knew they heard me- and proceeded to twist the switch that activate the Northern lights, knowing that the others would soon be here to help.

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I giggled happily as all my little fairies fluttered off in all directions, going to all corners of the globe- but a globe doesn't have corners does it?- finding all sorts of teeth from children of all different walks of life. It pleased to no end when a tooth with an extra special memory came to me, usually I was put on a high all day after that. Most would call it sugar rush on a normal human but for me most people called it a sweet tooth- in which I would normally inform them that, 'no I do not have any form of cavity' that always seemed to confuse them for awhile afterwards. I don't know why, it's painfully obvious. At the moment my mind was in about a billion different places at the same time, rattling off address after address and not even really being able to tell myself what was coming out of my mouth, I had no idea how my little helpers kept up. Then again we'd been together for a long time so I bet they are used to it by now.

Suddenly a little baby tooth came up right next to me with the most- "OH LOOK IT'S HER FIRST TOOTH!" I squealed at a pitch that had most of the other fairies covering their ears, "Isn't it just the most adorable lateral bicusped you have ever seen?" I said this one at a more reasonable octave, sounding almost wistful as the Baby Tooth took the tooth back and carried it away from me and to its repsective location. I frowned slightly at that almost wishing I could keep it with me a little longer, but it was too late now-

Another Tooth came up to me and yanked on my arm, I blinked curiously at him, wondering why he looked so frantic and was pointing urgently towards the sky. Until I looked up and saw the Northern Lights streaking across the sky in the most beautiful- but alarming- patterns, I sighed softly, "Oh..." I won't lie, I was a little disappointed that I had to leave my palace but the little ones could take care of things without me here... and it was only for a short while anyway. Waving to the fairy that had alerted me with thanks I took off for Santa's Workshop.

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I glared at the lights I could see above the Warren, my little googies were all crowded around me looking for some special treatment when they had appeared. I swear the old man did it on purpose, I understood that he didn't see anything but Christmas as a real holiday but that didn't mean you go and try to sabotage someone else's. This was just ridiculous, probably some false alarm to make sure that the stupid thing still worked, because really there hadn't been a real threat for hundreds of years and now suddenly three days before Easter there was?

Yeah right.

I really thought about not going. Just staying here with my eggies and showing it to the old man- who obviously thought he could just call on them whenever he wanted to. But in the end I put down the egg I had been holding and tucked my paintbrush back with one of my boomerangs- just in case- and opened a rabbit hole beneath me. Sighing and rubbing a paw over my eyes in exasperation, I jumped down and began the trip to the freezing toyshop. Making a trip that would normally take a few hours-on a good day- in a few minutes before popping back up amidst snow and ice, I could already feel the heat leaving my body before I had the chance to get all the way to the surface.

"ACH! My feet!" I yelped, sprinting through the snow as fast as possible to get away from the pain my feet were experiencing from the numbing cold. And I did mean numbing could, like after a few seconds I almost couldn't feel them. "If this is a false alarm, I'm going to find the most vicious wombat in the world and feed the old man to it..." I muttered, growling.

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I drifted- pulled from my important duties by the North's signal- into the Workshop, immediately going to the older man's side and signing, 'Is this important?' North seemed confused for a second before the sand images registered in his mind and he reassured me that everything would be explained as soon as everyone was here. You know it's times like this that it bothers me to no end that my only way of communication was little puffs of sand that were barely easy to understand and I had only been around North and the others for how many years? Yet they still had to think before answering me.

Tooth came in the room distracted as usual and still spewing out addresses and countries, I heard a few countries that I had been to recently and that were alwys my favorite to visit. Like this one man in England that had to be mid twenties- early thirties and yet still had the most vivid childlike dreams, that and he still saw most of us. I visit him every once and a while to talk but never for very long and he always seems happy to see me, so I like going back. Breaking out of my thoughts, I looked over at North, who had his arm around Bunny's shoulders and was trying to calm the Pooka down. Though I could already tell that that was a very lost cause, the Easter bunny was always at the verge of taking someone's head off. So the way he was snapping at the Toymaker was not unsurprising to anyone.

I raised a hand again, to draw their attention back to the main reason we were here and before I could ask Bunny stole the words right out of my lips- or well... signs, "What did ya call us here for North? It better be important!" Growled the irritable Pooka, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his large foot impatiently.

This made the usually Jolly man quite and become somber, I was really dreading what he was going to say, becuase if it was threat enough to make Santa Claus look like this then it was just that. BAD. When he spoke it was quiet and weary, making North look almost his real age, "I believe that I saw Pitch in the Workshop earlier today."

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**So please feel free to tell me what you think about this, I would have put more in this chapter but it was getting really long- or at least long for me- and I have to go to bed soon- freaking school tomorrow- but seriously don't hesitate to tell me if you like it, hate it, whatever.**

**TILL NEXT CHAPPIE WHICH HOPEFULLY WILL SHOW US WHAT'S GOIN' ON WITH PRUSSIA!**


	3. Chapter 3: Memorable Nightmares

I finally decided that it was about time to head home, despite the fact that I could wander around these trees for hours and never get tired of the sight, it just didn't get old. In the back of my mind I was hoping- praying- that Germany had already gone to sleep, one because he really need it and two because I would rather save the lecture I would get about disrupting him working until the morning. Then I could pretend I was listening no problem, but with sleep already weighing down my bare feet? Wasn't going to happen. This was also the first time that the memories had stayed in the back of my head for more than a few minutes without resurfacing to ruin my mood, so I would like to celebrate just a little longer if that wasn't to much to ask for. I leisurely made my way back to the house, taking my time to soak in every detail for the idea of bringing them back up whenever I felt the need to, it was known throughout that the first snow of the season was always the most beautiful and there were no other sights quite like it. Spotting the house through the thinning branches- lights already off thankfully- the smile on my face got smaller, became more forced than the one just seconds before but I kept it up, better to keep up appearances even if just to convince myself that everything was fine.

Approaching the door with small measured steps, I paused in front of it taking a moment to glance back one last time at the forest, my smile becoming a little more real. I unlocked the door- because Germany was too paranoid to leave it unlocked even when we basically lived in the middle of nowhere- walking in and checking the place out just to make sure nothing was going to jump out at me, a habit I had yet to break even now. Not seeing anything out of place I continued through the room, not bothering to turn on a light- Germany was a light sleeper! Don't judge me- I knew the whole place by heart and unless there was something moved I would be just fine. Reaching the stairs I sighed in relief, just glad that so far the day seemed to have been good, better than any day I've had in a long time it was just a little surprising because I- for once- actually felt lucky. I wished on whatever star that Italy liked to use that this would last but I knew that it probably never would, this was me we're talking about, everything bad that could happen did.

At the top of the stairs I could feel the last of my energy draining out of me, every step I took brought me closer to my bed and the temptation of sleep growing unbearable. If I could I would have passed out on the floor by now, where did all of my energy go? I had never felt as deep down bone tired as this, something was wrong I could tell but I didn't care to think to much on it then as I had just walked through my door and flopped onto my bed. My head rested on the chilled pillow as I thought about what could be causing this or I attempted to think, it wasn't going quite as planned. I knew that I would get nowhere with my thoughts tonight, so I let the heavy sleep wash over me and drag me down to the dark.

For the briefest second between the real world and the dream one I could have sworn that I felt another presence in the room, one I didn't recognize but before I could examine it further I was out.

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_Cuffs. I could feel them around my wrists, holding me down, keeping me from running. I was trapped with no way out, never a way to get out from the torture he placed on me. My head hung low, something that I would have never guessed would happen, I had seen many other countries go down just as I had but the thought that it could be me never passed my mind. I guess it really should have, considering…_

"My little Kalingrad,"_ I wished I could at least move my arms far enough to scratch my eardrum out, but no, only _he_ was allowed to inflict the torture on me, no one else, _"Would you like to be let out today?"_ He asked the same question everyday without fail, always with that small smile on his face giving off a safe feeling but the deep purple of his eyes could never lie. He wanted to see someone in pain, me especially, he told me many times how much he _liked_ me._

_I never understood his question, but I always answered the same way, just like him, "I will never take anything you offer," I hissed, words slurred with pain, I had received a beating yesterday, worst than usual. I had gotten out of line, spoke to him in a way that was not allowed without punishment and as said punishment he had cut my tongue, it was now split at the very tip but at least it was still attached._

"My poor little Kalingrad,"_ he whispered, eyes taking on that dangerous edge, one to mimic a blade being turned on you. He cupped my cheek with one hand, I flinched away involuntarily and glared at him, I may have been his prisoner but I would not just sit here doing nothing if I could get away with it. Which most of the time I couldn't. _"You have to know by now that if you want to go out you just have to ask, I know you miss the snow, I'll take you to go see it,"_ his voice was smooth as velvet and sounded of nothing but the truth, I knew that it was fake, he had used it on me enough for me to know as much. The sincerity he offered was a false promise that he was ready to break as soon as it was profitable to him in someway, taking that offer would be like giving in. Calling it quits and never looking back, forgetting about everything you ever had because now you weren't you, not really. You were a possession, something to be played with and used for fun, if you got broken you were thrown away, if you got boring you were thrown away, you were just something that could be replaced. I had realized that this was the reason he had taken me when the other countries could care less what happened, I was a toy that could not break. At least to him I was just as strong, I was made to take anything he could give and this made me perfect in his eyes. Even if I broke mentally I was still alive, nothing could truly kill me._

_"I will never… let you have… me," I growled, curling in on myself, the thin clothes he had given me hardly enough, but as much as I was going to get from him, all I would accept from him. My breathing was growing heavier, he was getting mad, he didn't show it but he was frustrated, his temper wearing thin. I now knew first had why he was referred to as a demon by the other countries, because it was completely true, the abilities and power this man showed was unmatched. Every time he got this way it was the same, like invisible fingers at my throat, digging in and _daring_ me to breath while they were there. "I… am not… giving myself to… such a _monster_," I breathed, the fingers tightening even further on my windpipe with each word, until they were replaced with real fingers, threatening, pressing and dangerous. I realized at that moment that I would never get to see mein bruder again, I had pushed the demon to the point of snapping and it seemed that he had finally grown bored of our game. I almost wished that I could have stayed alive just a bit longer, maybe someone would have come for me, maybe Ludwig would have saved me but it was too late now. No time for last regrets, I took a last shivering breath, "Kill… me… _now_…" I could feel my body sagging, the last of the oxygen in my body escaping and not nearly enough coming back in. My vision blurred, head lolling to the side as I stared out the small window across from me, small snowflakes drifting down in violent flurries._

_I was the last thing I saw as a distinct and terrible sounding _crack_ echoed in my ears and my vision went completely dark._

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"Ah!" I screamed, bolting up from my bed, my mind didn't register what was going on or that I was back in reality until I had shot from my own room and into Germany's. Standing there like some lost child, I shifted my weight uncomfortably, my nightmare continuing to play over and over behind my eyes, mocking me like some wasp. Waiting for just the right moment to pop up and sting you.

Taking a deep breath, I tapped on Germany's shoulder, waiting for him to look ever at me and acknowledge that I was there before I asked him. He was apparently ahead of me by a lot, because before I could say anything he shuffled over slightly on the bed and mumbled, "Get in."

I let myself smile just a little, even if me and Ludwig no longer saw eye to eye as we used to we were still bruders and nothing would change that.

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**Okay guys, so this took awhile but here it is! I didn't do the rest of the guardian's one with this chapter because I wanted to get some more from Gil's perspective and you may all be wondering why his time with Russia is so important that I keep bringing it up, but trust me it'll make sense eventually. Gilbert and Russia's times together is somewhat important just remember that.**

**You may also be wondering about the reason for the switch between Germany and Ludwig and I think that Gilbert and Ludwig's relationship would get strained at times and when it does so Gilbert refers to him as just the country. Does that make sense? I hope so!**

**Probably back to the guardians next chapter, probably no more fluffy German brothers after this so savor, SAVOR I TELL YOU!**

**Whelp, see ya next time!**


	4. Chapter 4: The New Guardian

"What?" Snapped the irritated Pooka, giving North a look that told all his thoughts on the man's mental health. "You saw who? Where?" I knew that Bunny had heard the Saint Nick the first time, but I could understand why he would want clarification, because it wasn't everyday that one of us claimed to see our old enemy back from the- supposed- dead. So, really, you can't blame him for being skeptical.

Then again, you also couldn't blame the man, whose claims were in question, for looking increasingly exasperated with the situation at hand. "I saw Pitch, here, in the Workshop!" He exclaimed in that loud booming voice, that nearly shattered my poor eardrums every time, because it's not like I have any experience with very loud voice when I'm not with the other Guardians. I spend most of my time in... blissful silence.

"And how do you know that?" Bunny questioned, he didn't seem to believe a word North was saying, but I couldn't say that I completely believed him just yet, either.

This didn't stop the man from looking insulted by the Easter bunny's barrage, "I can feel it..." He gave them all a look as serious as the one he gave the elves when they ate his cookies, "...in my belly!" I felt an unreliable sigh build up in my chest at the supposedly more mature of us four, I would think that by now North would have gotten over that whole 'I can feel with my belly' thing, but apparently not.

Bunnymund looked rightfully stunned by this, as would I given the chance, and suddenly his furred cheeks exploded in a dark red color. I'd have to say that he looked very, very angry, "So you interrupted my work, three days before Easter, for something THAT WAS PROBABLY GAS?" He shouted the end, but I didn't catch either of the following responses, because I had seen the two of them fight plenty and my attention drifted to nothing in particular as I played with some of my dream sand, remember that I would probably have to get back to work soon, especially if Pitch really was out there. Can't have innocent kids having nightmares, if I can help it.

A light flashing in the corner of my vision drew me out of my thoughts and brought my attention to the single sky light above North's workshop. My lips widened into a huge grin when I saw the moon slowly moving into another position in the sky, I wondered what Manny may have had planned for us, now. 'Hey guys! Look!' I signed, the signals popping above my head with the ease of years of practice, not that anybody notice... of course.

North and Bunny were too busy arguing about something that probably had nothing to do with anything, and Tooth... was Tooth, and, therefore, was always somewhere else in her head. It annoys me to no end how I could not speak to the others properly, they had to be looking straight at me anytime I wished to speak to them, which was very difficult, seeing as none of us have the highest attention spans.

I tried a few more times to capture their attention, bouncing around them and having signs flash above my head in almost dizzying speed, but to no avail. They just couldn't hear little ole me...

I sighed silently and rubbed my forehead, this was so bothersome, no one should have to deal with-

A little elf walked past me and an idea popped into my head faster than my signs appeared above me. The dumb little elf and it's funny little hat could definitely help with my predicament. I bolted to the worker elf and grabbed it by it's pointed hat, grinning evilly- or so they would later come to say- and shaking the poor thing with the intent of ringing it's small belle to death.

Attention was immediately snapped back to me and I, in turn, pointed towards the skylight where Manny was slowly taking center stage in the sky. 'Guy, this may be more important than your argument,' I signed, rolling my eyes in frustration at the two immature Guardians. Then again, I was just the one that rang the elf, so... yeah, never mind.

When the moon's shine hit the center of the room that they were a huge crystal rose from the floor, making them all- me included- gasp in shock.

A new Guardian was being chosen.

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You know what I have always found more annoying than anything?

Being woken up at almost 3 a.m.- two hours earlier than normal- by a phone number that I really did not want to see until closer to Christmas time this year.

The only happy thoughts I had as I rolled myself out of my warm cocoon was that Tino hated being woken up early even more than I did. Which means that right about now the Fin was probably ticked off and grumpy, making everyone around him miserable with his sudden attitude flip, which made for an all around funny mental image. Not that I would ever say as much in front of the sometimes violent blonde, lest I be murdered in my sleep...

...which was a high possibility most days.

"What, in the name of all things good and maple, do you want from me?" I nearly growled into the phone when I managed to answer it properly. Well, at least I think that I was growling at him, I couldn't really tell, my ears were still a bit fuzzy from sleep. But, the good thing was, I could see, for the most part, considering that I wasn't nearly as blind as my brother. Whose glasses always made me dizzy and disoriented, he had like two the prescription strength that I did and that was saying something...

Okay, way off subject, back to topic, "Wha?" I can honestly say I felt like an idiot after that, but who can really blame me? No one functions well at three in the morning.

"Matthew, listen this time, I am sending Bunny to pick you and Tino up, Manny is revealing a new Guardian to us!" He sounded much more excited than I felt he probably should, but the man lived in the North pole, so it wasn't like he knew much of a difference between night and day.

"Oh... oh, that's great..." I said, though, my voice lacked the enthusiasm that it probably should have held with the news. But, let's just say, me and Bunnymund weren't the best of friends. I guess I would just have to deal with it, seeing as I am not a Guardian myself, I had little, to no, say in anything that the big four decided. And right now, though I would love to just crawl back into my bed and sleep for a few more hours, North wanted Tino and I to be there to see the new Guardian chosen.

I probably should have seen that as an honor, not many others got to witness such event, but I was really two tired to be bothered.

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**Sorry about the wait! I feel like I say that every chapter, but I just got back from church camp and didn't write as much for this as I thought I would get the chance to. But, oh well, I hope that you like this, I'll explain more of Matthew and Tino's involvement in all of this next chapter most likely, I just wanted to give you something till I can get more of the serious stuff typed up.**

**Please give me your thoughts on this chapter! **

**TILL THE NEXT- HOPEFULLY IMPORTANT- CHAPTER!**


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